Gay Erotic Stories

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Foreman By Nathan Harvey Maxwell Construction Company was building this new community down in South Carolina. We were out in the middle of nowhere--miles from anywhere. Twenty of us were crammed into two sleeping trailers on the job sight. This made for a monastic sort of life, but for the kind of money we were making it was well worth it. Other than the drivers of the rigs, the rest of the men had come up by private cars. As for myself, I had car. I had ridden with Harry Carter in his RV. I was in awe of Harry. He was a big man, ugly as sin, and about as mean as a man could get and still live. Looking at him, I guessed him to be about fifty. He had taken charge of Carter Construction after the death of his father. Even though he was now the sole owner of the firm, he retained his hands on position, acting as our foreman. I was soon to find out what ever he said--we did! It was like that tired old joke--if Harry said shit the men squatted. Carter Construction Company paid top dollar and his men had been with him for years, they were loyal and used to him, so nothing really bothered them. Since I was the newest of the team and the smallest, I got the job of running all the wiring through the raw construction. It was on that first day that the hazing began. Harry and the boys seemed to delight in giving me a hard time. Harry would creep up behind me whenever he saw I was bending over doing something and goose me. When I would lose my balance and fall, he would laugh like it was a big joke, telling me I should use my little fairy wings to steady myself. It was when he first started calling me “Princess” that I really began to worry. That nickname soon stuck and all the guys all began calling me--Princess. As much as I hated being called Princess, I had to accept it and begin answering to it--as it now was my nickname. All the guys were pretty decent when Harry wasn’t around, but still they all made me feel like I was somehow different from them--less of a man than they were. I suppose when standing next to all those animals I did look different. Standing about five nine, slight build and with my blond hair, next to those hunks I looked more like a boy than a man. Still I was almost twenty-five and I was beginning to bulk up from the work. I had even started going without my shirt to try to get that kind of rugged, tanned leather look the other guys had. I quickly found out this only made things worse. Harry would come up to me and pinch my nipples, asking if the Princess was still a virgin—had he found his prince charming yet? Twisting my nipples and bringing me to my knees in front of him, the guys would gather around, watching Harry’s antics and laugh at me. What was even worse, as Harry’s abuse continued, the guys were starting to believe I was a fairy. Now at night some of them were even hitting on me, wanting me to give them head. Then hearing some of the guys talking, I wanted to die when I heard that Harry was running this lottery to see which one of them would be the first to fuck my ass. It seems strange to say now, but as they began treating me differently, I actually began to feel different, and began to believe that I was different. I was becoming a crotch watcher and that didn’t go unnoticed by the guys. Now when we’d take our breaks, a couple of them would come over and stand with their crotches positioned just inches from my face and start talking to me all nice and softly ask me if I was ready to show him a good time tonight. When anyone would come up to me, he would put his arm around me and give me a big hug as we were talking. Then the next trick they started pulling was boxing me in and feeling up my ass. There was nothing I could do but accept their hassling and pawing. By the end of the month, I was so used to the groping and being felt up, that I didn’t even jump or pull away anymore. I had stopped resisting them. This was when the boys really began getting bolder. Now, in the showers they would run their hands up my ass crack and try to corn hole me with their fingers. One bozo finally came out telling me that if I gave him a little head, it would just be between the two of us. The last straw was when I was in the shower and Jackson took my hand, pulling it to his cock, telling me he could show me a real good time. Feeling that hard rod in my hand, my fingers just seemed to close around it, and I began getting this strange excited feeling in my groin. Then realizing what I was doing, I pulled my hand away and pushed the big lug backwards, and I ran from the showers. All the way in the shower, I could hear him laughing and warning me that he was going to win that lottery money because he was going to be the first cock up my ass. This was the proof that that bastard Harry Carter was somehow behind all of this. As it turned out, Jackson was the boldest of all the guys and he kept at me day and night. He always seemed to be working at the same place and at the same time that I was, and he would go out of his way to rub up against me or feel me up. To make matters even worse the weather was getting hotter each day and the boys had begun to wear even less clothing on the job. With all the touching and joking now, I had to look at their hard and almost naked bodies, and it had started affecting me more than I was ready to admit. Then on one of the real scorchers occurred when Jackson and I were working together. He was wearing just a baggy pair of cutoff jeans and his tool belt. Every time he’d stoop or bend, the tip of his monster cock would hang out of the leg of his shorts. There was no way I could stop staring at him. It never occurred to me that he was doing this on purpose, or that he and the others were watching me as I kept ogling his meat. Suddenly looking up into that grinning face of his, I realized they all had been watching me the whole time. He grinned and drawing his hand over his cock, he said it was all mine anytime I wanted it to suck on it. After feeling this rush of excitement that the mere thought, I knew then that I was losing it. I was now thinking of men as sexual objects. I felt I was now less of a man, but somehow that didn’t bother me anymore. With the men running around the project working half naked during the day, that was distraction enough, but at night they would lounge around our trailer in just their jockeys or boxers. I had begun to lay in my bunk watching these rough beautifully sculptured hunks, and I had now had begun wondering what it would be like to be fucked by a man. I had long since surrendered to the feelings of lust and this did not go unnoticed by the boys. To drive me further to the edge, they then began running around the trailer bare ass naked. Now, at night I was surrounded by these naked men lying around with their cocks and asses—proudly displayed for me to look at. Now I had started having these crazy fantasies about sex with men. In fact it was so bad, that I was even dreaming about that bastard Harry Carter, who had started all of this shit. My nights were now a nightmare of sexual dreams. To make matters even worse, the project had begun falling further behind schedule, and we had begun working longer hours. I was nearing exhaustion from the workload and lack of sleep. It was now even affecting the boys, because now they had no free time to escape to the local roadside bar. They were becoming more and more restless--like caged animals in heat. After five weeks of rising at five AM and quitting at nearly ten PM, while working seven days a week, we were all driven to the breaking point. The crew had just finished the shift when I just had to be alone. They only solemn place I could think of was the communal shower the boys had rigged between the two sleeping trailers. They had stretched canvas and boards across both ends of the trailers, forming a low privacy wall. I knew if I waited until they all had showered, I could have the place to myself. When they were all in their bunks, I slipped out and went into the showers. I was all lathered up when Jackson came in. Tossing his towel over the low privacy wall, he just stood there naked--looking at me with an evil grin on his face. Looking over at him, I saw that hard body of his dusted with red hair and his cock was now standing proudly Moving over to where I was standing, he stood before me with his legs spread wide and his cock touching me, telling me it was time. Knowing only too well what he wanted, I told him to go to hell. He reached out and pulled me close to him. I could feel his hard cock now pushing between my legs. Now terrified at what was happening, I let out a cry for help and tried to pull myself away. Suddenly, I found myself on my knees--staring at his hard drooling cock. Telling me to just feel it, almost without thinking, I reached out and I took his cock in my hand. It was so alive. Then he told me to stroke it. I had never touched another man before, let alone beat his meat for him, but still I did as he told me to. After a few strokes, he said to put it into my mouth and taste it. Begging him not to force me to do this, he said, “I know you want it boy--and so do you!” Feeling his hand now on the back of my head, he began pulling me closer to him. His hips pushed forward when the head of his cock touched my lips. Then, I just opened my mouth. As his cock filled my mouth and I tasted his precum, suddenly I wanted him-- I had to have him. Looking up at that red headed hunk, his cock in my mouth he just lustily hissed, “Go baby!” Then he began slowly pumping his hips, working more of his cock into my throat. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jake standing there watching us. He began moving around the both of us and began stroking his cock. He and the others must have heard me cry out. (My big mistake) Then I heard Jake saying, “If Jackson’s going to win the lottery, at least I’m going to get a blowjob! How about you boys?” Suddenly the others were all crowded around us. Then one of the others yelled out, “Look guys, the Princess likes it--he’s got a boner!” “Oh god, no!” I though, “This can’t be happening to me!” But as Jackson’s cock began working ever deeper into my throat, which seemed to be all that mattered. I heard this chanting, “Go Jackson, go! Give it all to him!” and I just let it happen. When I felt Jackson’s body began stiffening, I knew he was ready to blow. When Jackson let go, his monster cock stabbed itself deeper into my throat, and I could feel the hot ropes of cum shooting into me. With each volley of cum, I was loosing any resistance I had. I had now become a cocksucker--I was their cocksucker. Now, each of the boys wanted his turn with the Princess. Suddenly, there was a line of hot, naked men waiting their turn at the Princess. From that point on it was endless, cock after cock shoved into my mouth. With each load of cum shot into my mouth--I wanted more. Some of guys in line had started bitching about how long it was taking. I felt someone pouring liquid soap on my ass, and unable to talk with a cock shoved down my throat, I realized Jackson was preparing to fuck me. Suddenly, I had this white-hot pain searing my hole and I felt his cock plowing into my ass. While trying to scream, all that got me was more cock down my throat. I was now on my hands and knees with Jackson plowing my ass and Franklin pumping my mouth--it had turned into a gangbang. With my mind whirling and these strange sensations running wild through by body, when a third cock plowed into my ass, I was loose as a two bit whore. The boys had their bitch to fuck and they didn’t give a damn if it was a man instead of a woman. They had a hot cunt and that was all that mattered to them. As for the way I felt about it, they really didn’t give a damn. This was what I had been dreading, yet fantasying about---me on my knees, naked, being fucked, and me--willingly sucking them all. I had no shame now at letting these men have their sexual way with me. I had now been reduced to a depraved sexual animal. I wanted to be fucked now--even more that they wanted to fuck me. I soon had lost any idea of how many of them were using me or how many times each guy did. I was in this sexual euphoria and all that mattered was a stiff cock inside me. It must have been almost midnight when finally the boys had gotten their jollies. Leaving me in a heap, laying there on the wet wooden floor, they began showering as if nothing had happened. They had gotten what they wanted--sexual release. Laughing and talking they headed back to their trailers. They had this newly found feeling of camaraderie--having shared the most personal experience a man can have with his buddies--a gang rape. The last man to leave was Jackson. He stood there naked looking down at me, warning me I’d better say nothing about this to anyone, because it was my word against theirs--twenty to one! Watching him as he left, I managed to pull myself to my feet. With their cum still running out of my ass, I realized I was never going to be a man again in their eyes-- I was a bitch, their bitch. Cleaning myself off as best I could, I tried to think of what I was going to do next. Shivering from the early dawn air, I headed back to my trailer. I had reasoned that I had been forced into this and I had been raped, but how do I tell myself that I had liked it. I had liked being fucked. I liked sucking cock. Harry had known it all along what I really was--I was a fagot. I had finally accepted the simple fact that I was a whore. Entering the trailer, I found it eerily quiet. These men, I thought, had been my friends. None of them would even look at me or say a word about what had just happened, as I walked past the rows of bunks. Coming to my bunk and pulling sheet back, I just stood there naked and I spoke out, “Do any of you boys want sloppy seconds?” The roar of approval was deafening. Suddenly, my bunk was surrounded by hot horny naked men and it began all over again. I was fucked front and rear from every position, and by morning, I was so damn sore I couldn’t walk. I had gone from a virgin to a male whore when those twenty guys gang raped me and now I was eagerly their bitch. It was Jackson who had bragged to Harry that he had won the lottery and he wanted his money. I just wanted to cry when Harry came to our trailer to tell me he didn’t care what I did at night. As long as I was on his payroll, I had to earn my keep working. While I struggled out of bed, he stood watching me with this evil grin as I began carefully dressing, while still wincing from the pain from any movement. How I hated that man--he had been the one that had made me like this. The slow brain washing of the men, the touching and fondling of my body by his crew, and then finally when his animals raped me. The only thing that kept me going was my hatred towards Harry Carter. We were on the downside of this job now and the guys tried to make it easy for me as they could by helping me with the heavier lifting, and even doing some of my work for me, but at night it was another matter. I was their sex toy to be enjoyed and relished. The boys had even worked out kind of rotation system. I never knew how it worked, or who was next. All I knew was I would be fucked. After a while, I even began to know how to please each of them. The boys in turn did begin to treat me like a Princess. Somehow, now even Harry had stopped ragging on me, but now that didn’t matter. It was true now, I was a whore and I sucked cock. Nothing he could say or do would ever hurt me again. Still in the back of my mind, I blamed Harry for what had happened to me. He was the one that had started it all. He was the one that had made me a fagot. How could I blame the boys? They were just a bunch of married men pent up with raging hormones that needed release, and I was that release. The crew was now just about finished up with the project. All that was left was the cleanup. I knew the men would be leaving for home and off to their wives and families. My use to them was over. I had been nothing in their lives but a good fuck. They would slip into their old lives, but my life was now changed forever. It was late that afternoon when Harry had summoned us all together, telling us our next contract was to build a shopping center and we would be relocating the trailers just outside of a place called La Port, Indiana. Then he dismissed us. Well that was it. My life as I knew it was over. When we were back in the trailer, as I was packing my things, I told the boys I didn’t think I would be seeing them again. I was touched when they passed the hat chipping in money for me, but not one of them said he was sorry for what they had done to me. That night it was bittersweet as we mated this one last time. Each one of them said how good a fuck I was, or how they would miss me, but no one said the words I wanted to hear. I needed someone to just say he loved me. I knew I was going to miss them all as I stood there watching them load their cars, and one by one pull away. Picking up my bag, I headed over to Harry’s RV. Harry never locked his RV, so I just went inside. I knew he would be over at the project finishing up the last details, so I just settled in the reclining passenger seat and I waited for him. As the day’s sun heated up Harry’s RV, I began getting sleepy and just drifted off. Suddenly, I was awakened by the motion of the RV and the bumping of its wheels, as Harry pulled out of the lot and onto the open road. Sitting up after gaining my composure, I told him he could just drop me in the nearest town at the bus station. I didn’t want to work for him anymore. Harry looked over saying that was fine with him. He would drop me off in a few days, but for now I was stuck with him. I didn’t want to stay with this bastard an hour--let alone a few days--but I was stuck out here in the middle of nowhere. As we moved down the highway, I kept glaring at that ugly bastard and wondering why--why had he done this to me. There had to be a reason. Then, when he pulled off the main highway and down this gravel road, I wondered what the bastard was up to. I just sat there in the passenger seat watching as we moved off the gravel road and into this wooded area. Then he slowed and we took another turn. After what seemed entirely too long, he pulled up and parked. Sitting there I could see this small clearing through the RV’s window. The clearing had a small creek running through it. It was almost like a little Garden of Eden. Sliding out of his seat, Harry said he was going for a swim before supper and did I want to join him. After my telling him to go to hell, he began stripping. Refusing even to look at him, the next thing I knew, he was out the door bounding naked towards the water. I had to admit he was a beautiful animal, all covered with hair and built like a bull. As he hit the water, I began to realize how hot and sweaty l was and thinking I might as well wash up, I began stripping. Leaving the RV and walking slowly towards the water, I noticed that Harry was watching me every foot of the way. As soon as I was in the water, he was on me like a little kid splashing and pulling me under the surface. As our bodies touched, I could feel my body begin responding to him. I kept thinking, this isn’t right, I should hate this man for what he did to me. Then I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. Wanting to fight him as his lips pressed tightly to mine and his tongue forced its way into my mouth. My body just simply surrendered to him. Half dragging, half carrying me over to the shallows, I could feel his fingers working into my ass. Damn him I thought, he made me what I am and now he wants to fuck me as his trophy. Pushing me back and lifting my legs, his cock began sliding into my ass, and my body began doing my thinking for me. I wanted that cock of his. I needed him. Pushing me almost double, he began ravaging my ass. I wanted even more of him. When he had pulled out of me and we were washing ourselves off, I moved quickly to him and licked my way down that beautifully hairy body. I took his cock into my mouth and began working that beautiful tool with my throat muscles. I had him so hot; he only lasted a few delirious seconds before I had him shooting his cum into me. I had learned my craft very well--I knew how to expertly please a man-- any man--even this pig. He was now crazy with lust, and pulling me down, I spread my legs for him, eager to have him deep inside me. This time he was so tender and gentle with me. As he rode my ass, he was in tears and he began begging me to forgive him for what he’d done to me. As his hairy body pressed against me, he lifted his face to mine and we kissed. My mouth was still flavored with his cum as he began this thing with his tongue. Since I was a child, no man had kissed me--certainly not like this. He was almost fucking my mouth with his tongue as he sucked the very air out of my lungs. I wanted to continue to hate him, but he was so loving, so tender and all man. As his cock burrowed even deeper into me, he began doing this wonderful thing with his hips. He seemed to be grinding and working my ass--and it was driving me wild! When it was over, I lay there in the water with his arms around me and I wondered how this loving man could be the same man that had tormented me all those months. When I began shivering from the early night air, he lifted me and carried me to the RV, saying we would eat and then get some sleep. Dressing only in shorts, I watched as he puttered around his little kitchen fixing us supper. I was thinking how different he looked and acted. He was a different person. With a great flourish, he set out scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast like he had performed a gourmet masterpiece. Then like some provincial French waiter, he held up his finger as if to say the meal needed a special touch, and rummaging around in the refrigerator under the tiny stove, he produced a bottle of cheap wine. I figured this, because the bottle had a screw-off cap, no cork to pull. It took us just a few minutes to eat and do up the dishes, but the wine was another matter. When we had finished, he led me to the bedroom of the RV. It wasn’t the wine that made me go so willingly, I found myself wanting him. After carefully turning down the sheets, we slid out of our shorts and crawled into bed. Not a word was said between us. After giving myself to him, he fucked me most of that night. When I finally did sleep, it was with his cock up my ass and my arms around him. When I woke it was with a start--he was gone. Dashing out of the RV, I was dumbfounded to see him hanging from this tree. His arms were over his head and he was naked except for this sleeveless work shirt and the tool bet around his waist. It was almost comical to see the tools and then his hard cock standing proud between the tools. Thinking, how, who and rushing over to him he glared down at me saying, “Is this the way you want me Princess?” As soon as I was near him his arms suddenly came down around me and I realized he was just pretending to be tied up. Holding me close to him and kissing me, he said he was going to fuck my ass off. As we fell to the ground, he rolled on top of me and spread my legs over his shoulders. Soon he sank deep inside me, asking, “And just how do you like your new stud my love.” Needless to say, for the next two weeks we didn’t go anywhere. I had everything I wanted, everything I needed. I had Harry. It was on the way back to La Port that that Harry admitted he had goaded the guys into fucking me. When I asked why he hadn’t just admitted he was hot for my ass from the day he’d hired me, Harry said that in fact, that was the only reason he’d hired me, but I was so damn straight, he knew he didn’t stand a chance with me. Going on he said he had to find some way to make me want him. It all sounded so reasonable when he said it, a little warped but reasonable. Looking over at me and asking, “Did the Princess find his prince charming ye?” Standing and putting my arms around him, I found myself saying, “Now and for ever after.” Looking up at me he said simply, “I love you Princess. I’ll do my best to make you a good Prince.” Putting my arms around him and nibbling on his ear I asked, “Enough to let me fuck you, Prince?”. Suddenly we lurched to a stop and coasting over to the side of the road, he dragged me back to the bedroom without saying another word. Stripping down and crawling on the bed he said, “My Princess’ wish is my command.” This was unreal and dropping my shorts and crawling up on the bed, I lifted his legs and after spitting on my fingers, began lubing his ass. I could tell instantly that he was a virgin and I began to realize he was giving himself to me. Remembering how it felt to be deflowered, I wanted this to be wonderful for him. Crawling between his legs and lapping and sucking his asshole, I was now hard and ready. Slowly as I began entry, he just closed his eyes saying, “Go baby, make me yours.” Now lust had taken over, and in one sharp push, I was in and fucking him like some wild animal--rutting his conquest. Finally feeling my seed shooting deep inside him and letting his legs down, we lay there joined as one. I licked the tears from his face. Whispering softly to him, “I love you--you animal.” We would have stayed that way longer, but someone was pounding on the RV door. After pulling on our shorts, Harry answered the door. It was this patrolman asking if we were having a problem. Then looking at us and grinning he said, “Now boy you better move along now and don’t be pulling off on the shoulder with this rig for no good reason.” Giving us a wink then he said to get moving before he gave out a ticket. Reaching over and stroking Harry’s cock, I said tonight I was going to show him just how much the boys taught me. “Baby I’m going to teach you everything I learned.” When we finally pulled into the company’s headquarters, we could see the sleeping trailers and equipment had already arrived and was being readied by the boys for the next job. Slowing, then stopping and parking, when Harry and I stepped off the RV, the boys were speechless. After the crew had finished circling around us, Harry put his arm around me proclaiming, “Our Princess had found his Prince boys.” Nothing was said. It was like I’d said, Harry Carter was a big man and he was as mean and ugly as a man could get, and when he wanted something he usually got it. Harry wanted me and I was now all his--and God help the man who would lay a hand on me. That was as far as the fairy tail went, even though we were lovers now, I was still expected to work side by side with the men, because everyone on his team pulled his own weight. It was at night we became royalty. Comments to: Nathan Harvey Harveynate@AOL.com